[There's too many to dodge. Any movement of the sort would just wind up with him worse for wear. Expose muscles that would cripple him. Facing them dead-on would work the best–reduce the amount of access to the more important parts of him, so long as he guarded his heart and face. So he does, crossing his arms in an 'X' and curling slightly as the blades hit. Some slice through and take clothing with them while others simply embed themselves in skin, his forearms and calves mimicking porcupine quills when he attack is over. Blood drips down and stains cloth but he ignores it the best he can, charging forward anyway, shouting out to Mikoto:]
nope
He's trying to distract you! Keep going!